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In this year of economic
recession and political tur-
moil in addition to the normal
demands of a student s life,
what will survive time to be
Will it be College Avenue
welcoming us in full bloom,
sunrises spent with textbooks
after all nighters, or a week-
end when we managed to es-
cape it all?
1991-1992 will be a year of
our lives. Will it burst into
glimmering color like fire-
works at a soccer game or will
it lie still only to reflect its
beauty like the water in the
Life at UNCG is a beautiful
latticework of individuals and
their unique gifts and spirits
intertwined to create campus
as we know it . This year Pine
Needles wishes not only to
celebrate UNCG and it s ac-
complishments now and
throughout the year but also
you, the individual who makes
UNCG possible. So here s to
you and your future. May you
always remember where
you ve been and have hope for
where you are going.
As an education major, I spend ten hours a week in a middle
school. It s fun because I love the kids, but sometimes playing
teacher feels wierd. The kids call me Ms. Horn, and they think
I m an adult .
Sometimes I too think I m an adult. It s a scary thought. I
wonder what is expected of me as a twenty year old.
I guess you could say I m childlike. I daydream all the time,
and I still have a child s imagination. The monsters that
lurked in my closet and under my bed when I was five never
went away. Bert: and Earnie are still my heros. And I love it. I
never want to lose the child inside of me.
But what if I do? What if my childlike vision fades with time?
What if I forget the pleasure of spinning around till I m dizzy?
What if I start hating rain because it s inconvenient and for-
get it s also beautiful?
It seems like so many adults leave the magic of childhood
behind them. All these people do is wake up, go to work, come
home, holler at the kids, and go to sleep. Is that what is ex-
pected of adults?
If it is, I guess I 11 never be an adult. I 11 just go to college
for the rest of my life and hope no one ever institutionalizes
mel guess I just need to find a balance between adulthood s
responsibilities and childliood s dreams. But finding a bal-
ance seems to be the trick to everything. I m not sure of ex-
actly why the thought of graduating and going out into the
real world intimidates me. I just know I don t want to lose my
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Food? Check. Radio? Check. Posters? Check. Toothbrush?
Okay, all set. Let s leave all the securities of home to enter
the new and exciting world of carrpus life... only to find that
you have no shoes, shampoo, sheets, or clothes. Suddenly while
piling truckloads of unneeded things into a tiny room, the
realization of just what is happening hits. What was once
purely exciting and new quickly becomes overwhelming and
Soon you realize just how large your room at home was as
you stack, stuff, and cram things into the remote corners of a room only a fraction of the size
you are used to. It isn t long though until this room, which is either too hot or too cold, begins
to take on personality.
Once you are all stuffed in and are beginning to get used to that funny smell, the slumber
party and bonding with your new roommate begins and will not stop until the end of the
semester. Amid all the partying you begin to meet new people, master the art of taking show-
ers in a small space, and actually begin to look forward to eating college food.
But there are also difficulties. You begin inadvertantly advertizing that you are a freshman
by wearing your Step Ahead T-shirt and carrying your keys on a yellow ID holder. You are
very visible as you walk into classes late and try to open doors backwards. Then you take the
twenty thousand pages due tomorrow back to your tiny room to read. Ha ha ha... NOISE!
It doesn t take long to topple from the prominent rank of a high school senior to the humble
rank of a freshman. Everything is new.
But once you adjust to your new life, you start to feel pretty good. With a new identity and a
separate phone number and adress, you begin to feel independant, your roommate has become
your best friend, and that small room has become your home.
What? Could it be that in one process you have actually grown up? Well, in that case, only
one problem remains just where are my clothes anyway?
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America has seen many trends
come and go. Fortunately, most
trends have gone and stayed there.
But a few, Hke miniskirts, have
recently resurfaced. Let's hear it for
miniskirts, guys. Patriotism, too,
has fallen in and out of fashion.
\'our grandparents could tell vou
that during World War 11 people
flocked to the call of duty. The story
of Rosie the Riveter, and even some
wartime Buggs Bunny cartoons,
show how patriotism hit a high
during World War 11.
What a ciifference from Vietnam,
huh? Protestors came out of the
woodwork, burning draft cards, and
fleeing to Canada. There were rallies
and riots on nearlv every college
Because of the recent US victory
against Iraq, patriotism is once again
fashionable. In the past year, there
has been a surge in faith and pride
in our armed forces and in our-
America's patriotism fluctuates as
often as fashion's dos and don'ts.
Let's hope this isn't a regular pat-
tern. If it is, we'll soon see another
dip in our patriotism. Who knows
where the anarchy and chaos which
could result may lead?
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"Reddv for summer?"
When May gets here, with students
trying to absorb a semester's worth
of material in one all night cram ses-
sion, the answer to this question will
he obvious. While summer break is
a welcome sight for everyone, plans
for the three month break from
Summer jobs always busy a good
deal of students. Some students
wait or bus tables in restaurants like
Lucky 32 and Bennigan's while oth-
ers work as counselors in summer
camps. The money earned is put
toward apartment rent, telephone
bills, or a Spring Break trip to Flor-
Other students try to get ahead by
enrolling in summer classes, either
at UNCG or another school.
Whether signed up for one session
or both, students use the shortened
semester to finish rec]uirements, to
retake a class, or just to take a class
that interests them.
Some students take the summer
break as just that - a break from
academics and jobs. Whether they
are lounging by the pool or just
staying at home, these students
enjoy their x'acations to the fullest.
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Angela D. McDaries Melissa Ann Moore Sonya O'shea Moore Tersa Lynn Nash Michael Peason
Ne Keisha L. Dowdy
Antonia M. Fishel
Angela E. Fonts
Amy Elizabeth Grant Mir Garvy
Travis G. Gietz Melissa Jill Greenherg Anita Gail Gregory
Margaret D. Howell
Virginia Ann Jordan
Catherine E. Lacaua Amber E. Larson Christopher G. Leslie Dorthy Ann Lewis Angela L. Lloyd
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Dorm life. It's loud, it's annoying, and even with
it's good points it can drive you crazy. As you enter
your comfy, lived in room you look around to see
the filthy mess your roommate has left for you. You
bypass the soda with mold growing on top and the
trash that hasn't been taken out for weeks and find
a cozy spot to sit among the rubble and dirty
laundry. Upon finding that spot you begin the
mounds of homework assigned to you, and find
yourself in the predicament that 1 am in right now...
At his late hour there are a variety of noises bombarding you. People are singing to
blaring radios. A hair dryer barely drowns out the noise of my neighbors' ringing phone.
Ah, they made a new answering machine message. Someone down the hall screams, and
if one more door slams I'm going to lose it. At this moment, 1 can hear all that plus three
conversations, the intercom system, and sirens at a distance. If you'll excuse me, 1 think
I'll leave my cozy spot and go to the library.
AH. Silence. This has nothing to do with dorm life, but it is soothing to the ears.
As most people discover upon moving into a dorm room, there is a lot to learn to deal
with. Aside from all of the noise, it can be loads of fun. Especially when you are part of
the noise. The problem comes when amid all of the fun and fellowship, time must be
found to study.
Though dorm life has it's drawbacks, there is also a lot of grow-
ing up and sharing involved. Within days of your arrival, you
can't help but make friends with these people with whom you are
sharing a bathroom , a hallway, and a lot of time. Lasting friend-
ships tend to grow with the mold of unrefrigerated food in each Dewayne M. Southern
room, and there is a lot to learn from these people of all back-
grounds with whom you are sharing a hall.
Having said all of that, 1 shall now go back to my room and try
to sleep. Perhaps 1 will once again be lulled into slumber by that
never ending, mysterious banging in the room directly above me
combined with the screaming directly below.
Brian Scott Seaver
Christie Louise White
Chrystal D, Webb
Charles M. Turner III
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Lori L. Potts
April C. Quincoses
Randy Clay Rogers
When i3pproachPij with the opportunity of vvTiting the Coraddi page for Pine Needles, at first
I thought I would say something informative about the magazine - Its history, submissions guide-
lines, or something to that effect - but this year I've been given many chances to say that type of
thing, and would just be repeating things So I thought I'd use this page to do something that
doesn't normally get done when your job is publishing other people's work - talk about ourselves.
And since a yearbook's main objective is capturing a place and time, rnaybe I can say some things
about the people in this staff photograph that vvill give insight as to where and v/ho vv'e are, or
vv'ere, so to speak
At the time o f t h i s vv r 1 1 1 n q , J e n n i f e r , t h e per s o n s rn 1 1 1 n g i n t h e t o p let t o f t h e p h o t o , i s
probably somewhere on campus She's the only one of us who lives in a dormi, and has smuggled
food out of The Caf for us several times, for vv'hich I especially, am grateful She's the youngest
one of the group, a sophomore, has a great amiount of talent, a love for poetry, and is as bright as
a n y b o d y T h i s y e a r s h e r e a d h e r vv o r k for the fir s t t i rn e i n f r o n t o f p e o pie, at a r e a d i n g a t
ijuilford College, vvhich v/as a brave thing The guy standing next to her, Chris, is studying sculp-
ture, and has managed handling the magazine, school, and his band. Bicycle Face They are due to
release an album (CD) soon, so there is no telling vvhat his future holds He drives a green VW
mini van, always carries a pocket knife, and took me to my first art museum, years ago on a sum-
mer night, vvhen anything seemed possible. We left for Washington on the spur of the moment, and
the next afternoon he introduced me to Rauschenberg, among others, for vvhich I'm eternally
grateful The guy vvith the beard and glasses, is Ian He's Vvorking on his doctorate, and has a
novel in the works, which I've read most of, and think it's tremendous. He's also the only person I
knovv vvho has ever made any money from vvriting that I can have a conversation with for any
length of time This fall, he had a story printed in Amdzmg Stones I was thoroughly impressed,
a n d Vv l"i y n o t "^ I t o o k Fred C h a p p e 1 1 ' s S c i e n c e F i c 1 1 o n c 1 a s s . a n d if I re rn e rn b e r c o r r e c 1 1 y , Amazing
Stories IS the oldest existing Science Fiction publication in the vvorld. so there Most impor-
tantly, he's a good guy He also has a pet iguana namied Oz Standing to the right of Ian. is David.
He has as fierce a love for poetry, and for creative expression of all kinds, as anyone I've ever
met, or will meet I hope to God he's teaching our kids one day That's vvhat he v/ants to do. If
there's any lustice, he vvill be F'lght novv, he's waiting tables, and attending classes, going back
and forth between trying to keep a smile on his face, and trying to keep a smile on his face, when
sometimes there may be an overwhelming urge to scream at his classmates, his professor, or the
couple eating the spinach salad Of course, I'm just guessing. Kneeling on the far right, is Kevin.
Unlike a lot of students, he has a good job. He works for a design firrn, making billboards. He
a 1 s p I a y s i n a b a n d , 6 , vv h i c h i s fairly new and p o p u 1 a r I d o n ' t k n o w much else about Kevin,
except that he knows the art world, used to live in a really nice house on Walker Ave, and there''s
an infamous story of him covertly including an unreguested Dada type piece in a major gallery
shovv Second to the right is Meredith. Meredith is much like David, an enormious amount of en-
ergy, a vocal and astute critic, and a guick mind. All her days seem to be long and productive.
She almost left us in December, to go to school in California We were all glad she changed her
rnind She's been the aesthetic backbone of the magazine, I think it is safe to say that Meredith
IS doing vvhat most college students are doing, shea's searching for her calling People with many
talents sometimes have a hard time choosing only one. Next, is William, Before school began
t h is fall, 1 1 vv a s rn e n 1 1 o n e d t o W 1 1 1 1 a rn t f-i at the top d e s k: d r a vv e r" h a d bee n 1 o c k e d a n d u n o p e n e d
longer than anyone could remember. They had tried to get it open last year, and the year before,
to no avail The day after Vv'illiam was informed of the matter, the desk drawer was open It
contained papers from 1984 I don't think I could illustrate it any better, he does what he sets
out to do He's been Cordddi's sane loud voice when one's been needed, vv'hen being soft spoken
doesn't worl , and he does a good job He's also loves writing, photography, and is a good cook At
1 e a s t t hi a t ' s w h a t h i s d a 1 1 n g s e r v i c e a p p 1 1 c a 1 1 o n s a y s A rn y i s kneeling o n t h e b o 1 1 o rn left W h e n
t h e fall 1 s s u e c a rn e o u t . w e v v ere all at rn y h o u s e , c e 1 e b r a 1 1 n g , s 1 1 1 1 n g o n rn y r o o f , w 1 1 h o u r
obligatory bottle of bourbon Amy didn't fall off or anything, no one did, I just vvanted to mention
w e vv ere all o n rn y r o o f S li e a I s o p 1 a y s i n a I o c a 1 b a n d , C h e w T o y , pi u s s h e w o rk s i n a b o o k s t o re ,
edits a small literary quarterly, and reads her poetry often at various venues. Coraddi was lucky
to have her help. There's one person not in this picture who should be. That's because at the time
it vv'as taken, he had already left for Nevv Jersey His name is Andrew He graduated this Decem-
ber, vvith a degree in Painting Look at a Fall '9 1 issue of Coraddi, and you can easily see
Andrevv's contribution While he lived in tovvn, he vvorked as a cook at a famiily restaurant, used
Bryl Cream in his hair, painted all day often, played the drums sometimes, and'stole a box of
grits from my kitchen, for which I never forgave him He's probably in his Dad's basement right
now doing woodsvork He's rnissed Last is me, standing in the middle I love all these people in
this photograph, and hope to knovv them a long time I feel lucky to have knovvn these people at
Gamma Sigma Sigma
Alpha Kappa Alpha
Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority, Inc. focuses on sisterhood, seirvice, and scholarship. They do
national service projects like Cleveland Job Corps, voter registration, and Project Literacy. They
also participate in a wide variety of local service projects like Project Destiny and Trick or
Treat for UNICEF.
Men'ibers not present for the picture are Beatrice Mwanda, Theresa Guerrero, Jania Fowler, Wiv-
Alpha Phi Alpha
Phi Beta Sigma
U N C ij L e 1 e b rate s P r o d i g i o u s u r a d u a t e s
Matt. Malloy^ Musician, singer_, songwriter, artist, poet, vvriter, filrn maker Is that every-
thing? Everything that can fit on this page without looking tacky, like a bus schedule or a gro-
cery list, though much is rnissing A senior earning his degree in Communications (concentrating
n fi e d 1 a P r o d u c t i o n ) , M a 1 1 M a 1 1 o y i s b y f a r o n e o f I J N C G ' s g r e a t e s t a r t i s t s .
Sunday morning . . Matt stands impatiently as the morning DJ pokes his head out of the
Vv' U A G c n t r 1 r o o rn , res p o n d i n g t o t h e i n c e s s a n t k n o c k i n g A t 9 a mi e v e ry S u n d a y , M a 1 1 M a Hoy and
fellovv artist Dave McDonnell kick off another edition of "Li vingroorn," their eclectic Sunday
morning radio therapy session, featuring three and a half hours of . . . of , . ^ vvell, anything you
can think of, actually. Poetry, jazz, live performiance or even short stories read in lov/, raspy,
hungover tones The aim is to get artful expression onto the airv/aves
Rubber insects. That's vvhat you'll need to encourage your kids to collect if you vvant them
to follovv in Matt's footsteps That's what he collected as a child, a hobby of his. ''like that
rubber snake over there." he says, pointing to an asp lurking beneath (ironically) a music stand.
Music. One of Matt's many passions. His love of music began at the age of seven when his
parents purchased a piano and encouraged his natural musical talent. Lessons'? Sure, for about a
year, "more like six v/eeks" he'd interject, then he guit, instead pursuing his musical interests
a 1 n e
Stagefnghtv' Hardly Matt Malloy is a shov/rnan If one v/as fortunate enough to see the
birth of his "Doctor Doornail" character early in 1990, it would be clear that he is guite com-
fortable before an audience. Time and time again, he clirnbs back on stage for another perform-
ance, be It singing or ripping off a fifteen minute monologue from miemiory. "A lot of people say
'hey. I really 1 i k e d y o u r i rn p r o v ' a n d v v h at they d o n ' t k now is that I vv rite o u t a n d m e rn o r i z e every-
thing I do." Is he ever nervous'"' "The better prepared I arn, the more comfortable I feel " He
M a 1 1 M a 1 1 y c 1 1 e s P i c h B u c h a n an, f e 1 1 o v/ U N C G s t u d e n t a n d f a t h e r of ' 'The L i rn a Bean Hour"
as his most aggressive promoter.
"Rich encouraged me to do stuff He encouraged rne to pursue my interest, to write and
perform I eventually vvent dovvn to the St. Mary's House That 'vvas the first place I ever per-
formed It 'vvas really nice, a very receptive crovvd
"Funny thing is, all of the people that got up before rne vvere playing easy listening stuff.
The first people to get up there 'vvas this girl and her father, they sang this duet, and then three
guys got up there and played Pachebel's Canon. And then I got up there and sang five songs about
sex So I thought Avv God' and got up there and started playing. It vvent vvell. I played 'Wild
Thing ' They liked it "
Write too The boy can vvrite He says he "alvvays v/rote" v/hen he 'was a little kid. On the
shelves of the Bethlehem Public Library sits a bound story vvritten by a then little Matty Malloy.
"The story vv'as about a dragon that lived in a cave and got really lonely and decided to look
for some friends. So he went to the local to'wn and the first person he ran into was a little kid
named Charles who named the dragon Bruce He taught the dragon some tricks (to jump when he
clapped his hands) and they were playing hide and seek in the woods and some kidnappers are like
come vv'ith us Charles' and he said ok just let rne clap rny hands' and the dragon jumped out and
scared t t'l e rn a 'vv a y . H e w a s t h e h e r o o f t h e t o vv' n f r o rn t h e n o r\ "
Film too Produced early in the tall of 199 1 for his Cinernatography course, Matt's first
16rnrn filrn. entitled "John" featured Harrison Cannon as a mildly neurotic bum with what turns
into an obsession for reading. It was met with riotous applause at it's premiiere before a large
group of LINCG students, faculty and parents His interest in film began in high school, his earfy
attempts were not as successful His early video screenplays "turned out really bad" as he
Though his continued interest in photography, music and writing encouraged hirn to pursue
an education in communications 'w'orking in film "allows me to do all three" as he says "And
acting, I wanted to be an actor too. Actually, I just wanted to be famous"
Diverse, insightful, and inspiring. Matt llalloy will prove to be one of this schools greatest
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Vv' i 1 1 1 a rn G a u
Successful parties are more than big parties. You need fireworks, an orchestra, and Le-
ontyne Price to sing the National Anthem if you really mean to celebrate. To celebrate some-
one is even trickier; for that you need the party and a statue to unveil and appreciative
words to recite in sonorous tones. In this centennial year, I celebrate the students.
I. The Statue (Fireworks)
A statue to UNCG students should face Mr. Mclver s across
the lawn in front of the library. Mr. Mclver s likeness was a
fine celebration of him a dignified visionary, eyes fixed on the
future, determined as bronze. He is heavy like the earth.
That sort of statue will not do for you, of course. A statue to
students should be portable maybe on rollers. It needs to be
light on its feet. Students have the kind of kinetic energy that
comes with youth and change. I know, because I was an older
student here for ,many years, full of energy, because I was so
happy to be here. A statue to students must be made of some
malleable, bouyant material that moves.
And laughs. Mr. Mclver has no sense of humor. He s only
funny when you students hang something on him, and that s
because his dignity is compromised in some risible way. Not
that I don t want your heads turned toward the Future and Great
Things. Not that I don t want some decorum for you someday.
For now, keep entertaining me with sardonic asides, leavens of
malice, irrepressible good spirits. Dignity later.
II. Appreciative words
Leaving the noise of the party for a few minutes, I would like
to say a few sonorous words over you. Famous celebrations of
people immortalize them and
the speaker. Milton, thou
should St be living at this
hour. Or Lincoln. Or
As for me, like all teachers
I have some powerful anecdotes
to relate regarding your vir-
tues many, many testaments to
courage, intellectual hunger,
kindness. But they would
take too long to recite, and, as
we have established, you like
to be on the move. Further-
more, UNCG students here have
a marked sense of modesty.
Schmaltzy accounts of your
goodness would make you em-
barrassed, if not sick.
Sometimes we faculty mem-
bers wish you d put yourselves
foi-ward a bit more, it s true.
On the whole, however, a certain kind of modesty is a great asset in the young and a rare one on
Where does this come from, this old-fashioned humility? Does it come from having to pay a
good deal of your way through school? Does it come from a regional sense of hierarchy that the
young are supposed to be polite to their elders, to their teachers? I believe the answer is that
you were raised right. A proper sense of humility in a student is a necessity if she or he is to
be taught, to be changed. You have plenty of time to become as unblushing as Mr. Mclver. For
now, I celebrate your modesty.
In Summary (lights down)
I meant to celebrate you, but I have failed. The statue I ve designed is ludicrous a creaking,
lurching monster like the early Godzilla. A statue to youth, energy, and change is a contradic-
tion in terms, I suppose.
The appreciation words are too vague. I can tell you that I and many of my colleagues love
the students here. I hope that s the same as celebrating them, because I can t think of another
thing to do except to set off one more Roman candle and offer some advice:
keep moving; have fun; look ungrimly to the future; stay hungry.
January 15, 1992
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Tour of Duty
The best parts of my stay in Germany were traveling and wit-
nessing the changes that took place these past two years. The
best places I visited were near Austria. The border there was
full of tourist towns, and the scenery was beautiful.
Europe changed a lot while I was there. The Berlin Wall came
down and East and West Germany united. Gorbachev once vis-
ited the city I was stationed in, but unfortunately I was
unable to see him.
To anyone who is considering taking a vacation in Europe, I
suggest that they be sure to visit Southern Germany, go
through the black Forest, and tour Austria. Austria has some
of the best ski slopes in the world. There s just no other place
Robbie Alyson Rhodes Sandra Lee Rhyne
Kelly L. Rich
Mary E. Robertson Sherry Lynn Riedel
Darci Renee Rie-
UNlu uelebratps Poets
Evan D Smith, the Editor of the 1991-1992 Coraddi, 15 one of UNCG's greatest literary
assets. A senior studying English, Evan is a major local figure in poetry who has Vvritten a great
deal of Greensboro's best contemporary free verse.
On any given day however, you'll find hirn devoting the majority of his tirne to promioting
local talent. In the area of performance, Evan has collaborated with The Miracle House of Greens-
boro to feature local artist in a performance forumi knov/n as '''Poets Eat.'" Conducted every other
Thursday this year, the Poet's Eat has featured virtually all forms of artistic expression from
poetry and short stories to singing and dramatic monologues. The Poet's Eat provides anyone
vv'ith the interest and the courage the chance in front of a crowd to do what they feel is their
He has also turned and eye tov/ards publication Citing small press publishing as being his
greatest interest, he has pursued it with zest Evan published a small volumie of his ov/n poetry
in a chapbook entitled If I Had A Chariot. I'd Deliver Pizza. Received v/ith much praise, this pub-
lication continues to sell briskly in Chapel Hill as well as Greensboro bookstores. No small feat,
publishing your ov/n book of poetry. In addition to the 17 poems, the publication also contains 12
illustrations by local artist Jirn Austin.
Beginning this year, Evan has expanded his horizons by joining vvith Erick Gordon to produce
a local "small press" literary journal called Underhouse Press. It's first issue featured poetry
by such local talent as Carol Jean Dearing, Amy Vv'ikinson, David Andrevv', and artv/ork by UNCG
graduate student Colin Peters It is Evan's goal to expose society to those artists vvhich he finds
m s t tale n t e d
Is it too personal to tell you the name of his dog? Or his viev/s on commercial television'?
Or that he vvishes to meet the girl v/ho owns the Massachusetts plated Volvo wagon with Green-
peace/Save the Whales/Gantt for Senate stickers all over the back? He's a hard character to pin
down (like his poetry) and words arranged thus do not suffice Though most are acguainted vvith
him, one never really gets a true sense of the person he is "I like him a lot, he seems very
noble " said one classmate, when asked her opinion of him Interesting
T h 1 s 1 s n 1 a feeble a 1 1 e rn p t 1 r e v e a 1 s rn e I'l 1 d d e n p s y c h e The s e are a n n y rn u s b s e r v a -
tions vvhich any ONCG student could have made had they found themselves in the same literary
c 1 r c 1 e s 1 n v ■/ hi 1 c h E v an Smith c n 1 1 n u e s 1 c i r c u late
VV h at lie s a h e a d f r E v a n S rn 1 1 ti "' L 1 1 e r a r y g r e a t n e s s ? A 1 1 f e f rn e d 1 c r 1 1 y n S 1 1 v e r
Avenue? Many have often vvondered-and vvorned-rnuch the same Although only time v/ill tell,
t h 1 s y e a r b k v v ill be t e s 1 1 rn n y 1 a 1 c a 1 g r e a t
"This is history " Evan vvould say, vvaving the very yearbook you're holding under your nose.
I n t l"i e 199 ' s , E v a n S rn 1 1 h b e 1 n g e d 1 G r e e n s b r , rn a k 1 n g t t"i e h 1 s 1 r y h ere, a n d h e b e 1 n g e d 1
( F r n"i 3 T h 1 n g s A b u t t h e D e v 1 1 )
The Ghost Above Your Shoulder
Hits young men in the head
In their prime
in the head
vv 1 1 h a n 1 n v 1 s 1 b 1 e s t e e 1 pipe
h e k 1 c k s t l"i e 1 r feet f r" rn u n d e r t h e rn
He 1 e r k s t h e 1 r s teen n g vv heel
and drops dung ugly ghosted dogs in their headlights
bright on narrow snaked roads
where nobody lives
He's there in the emergency room
with a mask
he waits in the lobby reading racing forms
he wanders down the hall to the nursery glass
sticks his tongue
at the babies
He IS guilty of loss of balance
he is guilty of oil slicks and hydroplane
he cares nothing for rock stars
or any of his other servants
he IS only goose-necked
rubber-eyed to vv'ear heavy cologne to funeral parlors
he likes to smile tears
and soak it all in
in solemn vvhispers he says
"Doesn't he look nice and restful. Oh it was a terrible thing.
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Delta Sigma Pi
Alisha Dale Routh
IJNCG CelHbr.iitHs Randall Jarrel
In the basement of the Walter Clinton Jackson Library there exists an abandoned auditorium
It IS airy, spacious, yet completely dilapidated Over it's locked, darkened doors a sign reads
"Randall Jarre 11 Lecture Hall," In the 1950's, great literary forums were conducted in this hall,,
drawing hundreds of writers, poets and critics from all over the country Vet novv', it stands
e m p t y , neglected and dishonored.
The Randall Jarrell Lecture Hall was dedicated on April 9th_, 1970, in rnemiory of Randall
Jarrell, distinguished American poet, critic, and UNCG professor, A native of Nashville, Ten-
nessee, Jarrell spent his boyhood years in Hollywood, California. He vvould return later to
Nashville to earn two degrees from Vanderbuilt University Afterwards, he served his country
in the Arrny Air Corps during World War II, an experience which inspired him to v/rite one of his
best remembered poems "Death of a Ball Turret Gunner " In 1947 he began his teaching career at
UNCG as a professor of poetry and did so until his tragic death in 1965. In all, he left nine book;
of poetry, a critically acclaimed novel, three collections of essays, four children's books and
scores of articles for textbooks and journals. In addition to several awards and honors, he re-
ceived the National Book Award in 196 1 for his book The Woman at the [Washington Zoo. He also
served as a consultant of poetry to the Library of Congress
On the occasion of the hall's dedication in 1970, Chancellor James Ferguson said:
"Vv'e are today honoring a man, Randall Jarrell, who brought to this institution some of it's
most exciting moments v/e vvant to celebrate his association vvith this school and express
appreciation for his impact on it and on the lives of the people who vvorked v/ith hirn here as
students or as colleagues "
A fitting dedication to o , f o r 1 1 v ■,•■ a s i n t h e J a c k s o n L i b r a r y t h a t R a n d a 1 1 J a r r e 1 1 f o u n d peace
u f lib r a r 1 e s h e Vv ro t e "' I ra rely feel h a p p i e r t h a n vv h en I' rn i n a library . rarely feel rn ore soothed
and calm and secure Sitting back there in the soft gloom of the stacks, a book among books."
More often than not, vvhen he Vv'asn't teaching a class or at home, he could be found at the Li-
brary At the dedication of the lecture hall, his vvife, Mary Jarrell said "[Jackson Library] was
his club His pub, if you vvill"
It vv'as in the UNCG Library that Jarrell composed his poem "A Girl in a Library" and it v/as to
the Jackson Library that Jarrell donated a large portion of his private papers, including original
working notes, first drafts of poems iand dozens of manuscripts
Although the pathetic condition of the lecture hall is vvell-knovv'n, there is little that has
been done. The biggest stumbling block is the state budget. Contrary to popular beliefs, the
school has little to do with the renovations of its own buildings. Instead, every year the Office
of Facilities Planning prepares a package of restoration proposals of state buildings which it
then sends to the state legislature. It is there that various renovation projects on carnpus are
approved It is on the state level that the money is provided for such a project, although the
university has done little to speed up the process of restoration It might not have the funds,
but it can prioritize it's request such that funds are provided by the state
It is tragic to read the opening remarks given by Mary Jarrell at the dedication, for they serve
as a grim juxtaposition today. She said "Randall Jarrell Hall is a new name that gives the old
room a second start on life. But I want to stop abstracting and say v^'hat this dedication means
to me, and how much it matters. It means , , that the words 'Jarrell Hall' in print, or spoken, or
overheard will keep Randall's name in the ordinary, daily life of this carnpus he thought of as
home I am grateful for that"
ijratitude vv'ould be in order, if it had actually happened. Though not surprising, Randall Jar-
rell is as forgotten among the students of iJNCij as the man vvho's statue stands in front of the
library The memory of Jarrell, although honored by the University for a short time, has some-
how managed to slip away. And as every year passes, the cost of renovation increases, and the
odds of the lecture hall being returned to its former condition become less likely
Today, when one enters the Jackson Library, it seems peculiar that on a free standing mar-
quee, black letters proclaim "Jarrell Lecture Hall" An arrow points tov/ards the steps v/hich
descend into the depths of the library. A corridor leads one to a neglected, decrepit shadovv of a
monument, an abandoned lecture hall dedicated to a forever monumental man.
Brenda Ann Shepard
Toni Elizabeth Shup-
Patrick L. Shouse
Michael C. Sherrill
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Regan M. Delaney ^lissa Margaret Ewalt Michelle Lee Fox
Tresa Lynn Frallic Christopher Goldstein
Leslie Joy Goodman Mariaealine Greene Kimberly Lynne George Brian Haire Susan Hall
University Catholic Center
Lalenya Ayn Strick-
Cindy Denise Strick-
Christopher A. Stone
Andrea Lee Tate
Sarah Verlie Hills
Elmia L. Hodge
Bryan M. Jenkins
Marivee L. Kearns
Laura C. Linton
Amanda S. Little Suzanne M. McEwen Jennifer M. Mudge April Denise Newkirk Lucy Lucindy Nixon
Andrea P. Taylor
Marcia G. Thomas
Sharlena C. Thomas
Tracey Arlene Th
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Monica Rae Turner Lisa A. Tucker
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BEE WEB ,
The date was September 7, 1991. The event was the Division I.
Just a few short years we at non-scholarship Division III level.
Now we were going to write one of the biggest collegiate ath-
letic chapters in the history of the NCAA. UNCG was set to
become the first team in history to move from Division III to
Division I. Simply Amazing!
A sellout crowd of 3,540 packed the brand new $3.6 million,
lighted UNCG Soccer Stadium, while hundreds of others
watched from the campus golf course after being turned away
at the gate.
Even more fascinating was the fact that just last year there was
a mere hill last year where the stadium now stands, with a
field house and a visitor side grandstand to be added in the
The Spartans went all out for the stadium dedication as well.
Pre-game ceremonies included speeches by Chancellor Moran
and Athletic Director Nelson Bobb.
Then came the pre-game highlight as members of the Southern
Skies Sky Diving Team delivered the game ball at midfield.
The Spartans then proceeded to dismantle the Campbell Cam-
els, 3-1, thanks to a three goal hat trick by Senior Mike Gailey,
and fireworks punctuated each Spartan score.
Reaction to the new stadium was ecstatic. Few fans could keep
their comments to themselves, as everyone marveled at the fa-
cility, believed to be the best pure collegiate soccer stadium in
the country, and even rivaling that of some professional teams.
Many of the students commented that they finally felt colle-
giate because they had a major athletic event.
Coach Michael Parker expressed his gratitude at the over-
whelming support, while
Bobb commented that his
greatest thrill was that stu-
dents were on our campus on
Saturday night, and they
were having fun !
Even the Camel players were
fascinated. Said Rami Kauppi,
who scored the Camels lone
goal. It s a beautiful place. I
wish we had something this
Indeed, it is a beautiful
place. A place that will pro-
vide the necessary common
denominator to finally unify
a very diverse campus. Bobb
was overwhelmed at the fact
that his problem was drawing
too many fans, instead of not
And for those who wonder
how much of an effect it had
on the game. Well, according
to Gailey, With 3500 people
watching, you can t mess up!
f'RONT ROW (L-R) Chris Wode, Darren McDonough, Darren
Powell, Gary DeLeon, Gene Lindley, Mark Mullins, Mike
Gailey, Hilmar Bjornsson, Shawn Mahoney, David Cichy REAR
ROW (L-R) Michael Parker (head coach) , Brian Taylor, Mark
Smallwood, Philip Wilson, Kevin Reif Schneider, Mike Sweeney,
^thony DiFoggio, Chris Albert, Scott Brittsan, Charles
yiaxwell, Larry Feniger, Steve Hamilton, Pat Barratt (assistant
Jennifer M. Berry Amy Lynn Blackwell Tina L. Blanks
Natalie Ginger Brady Catherine G. Burress
Melissa Louise Artz
Cheryl George Angela Leigh Gibson Andrea Graves Sandy Laine Grunke Tracey Lynn Haigler
La Trice Firms Wanda Renee Fraizer Gma R. Freeman William Gau Richard Lewis
Alicia S. Moore
E. Kong C. Ntuen
Susan Lin Ornt Robert W. Posluszny Denise L. Moore
Carol M. Wright
Sam Turner Jr.
Kelly Renee Under-
Margaret E. Tyndall
Justin R. Ervin
David William Covle
Ericka Renee DeVinnev Rachel Ann Davis
Carla Teresa Courts Susan Lynn Crouse
Tracy Carol Johnson Nicole Lynn Judkins Valerie Kellett
Douglas Eddie Laura Leigh Kirkman
Front row (kneeling) left to right;
Melanie Trexler, Leisa Norman (assis-
tant coach), Tanya Edmunds, Staci
Schram, Tiffany Wilson, Erin Kluttz.
Back row (standing): Tere Dail (head
coach), Jill Holloran, Lauren Yarish,
Missi Olson, Jennv Yarbrough,
Christie Avscue, Julie Parish (student
assistant), Tami Perkins (assistant
Brenda Ann Black
Joy Chandra Bor-
Kimberly Wolzer Samuel K. Howard Jacob Speight Hughes
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Ralph B.Hall Jr.
Anthony Quinn Joanie D. Harshaw Cinamon Hinshaw Helena Suzanne
Sharen M. Shackelford
Teresa Lynn Steele
Melissa Anne Tate R. Damelle Thompson
Amanda Gail Williams
Amy Renae Reed
Sherrie Lynn Reynolds
Sherry A. England
Robyn E. Edwards Jeanie Carol Efird
Michael Burke Dren-
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Brent R. English Trisha Karri Farlow William M. Farrar III
Kimberly R. Fearring-
Malcolm Rea Ferrell
Anissa Nicole Fields Jessica Fields Kimberly Elaine Floyd
Christy E. Garcia Heather Lynn Garner
William S. Gaudio Amy Sue Gentry
Jennifer Dawn Coker Laura E. Creasy
Kelly W. Dail
Bonnie L. DeCoste
Danetta Yvctte Casey
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Cheryl Ann Lindsay Rachel Wofford
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Sarah Douglass Lisa Donohue Marasin Dominguez Dawn Renee McNeill Jennifer DiGregorio
Phaedra J, Grove James Wesley Grubb Patty L. Guard Tlieresa J. Guerrero
Carl N. Haigler III
Walter Brian Harda-
Karla Ann Hardy
Heather Danell Linda Diane Hartness
Melissa D. Hege Allison L. Hemrick Erin M. Hennessey
Teka Renee Hogan
Tracy Lee Holder
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Jill Marie Holloran
Jane Lynch Holt
Gina Aljoy Home Ingrid Nichole Horton Cynthia Lynn House
Nicole Marie How- Anica Kaye Howell Alton R. Hughes II Connie J. Humphrey T.Humphrey
Jody Alycia Thompson Gretchen G. Robinson Melissa Lyn Ambrose Anastasia Kalamboki D'Jarisrochell Ander-
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Barbara Jean Powell
Elizabeth E. Price
Ashley James McK-
George H. Lockhart ^^^ K. Lingerfelt j^^^,,,^ Michele Lester
Susan McKenzie Gilbert P. Higley III Regina Catrisa Howay Amy Elizabeth Jarman Donald Ray Jenkins
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Sherry L. Belvins
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Jennifer Ann Booth Julie Lynette Boone
Susan Denise Boger Mary Aletha Blue Monica Blodget
Annalisa Jovita Irving Cynthia Faye Jarvis Ashley J. Jenkins Wendy Louise Jessup Mark Stephen Jewi
Cheryl F. Johnson
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Bridget Ennis Arm-
Erika Lovell Brandon
Lori Jo Brewer
Memories of a Senior
It's been a long time since that razor touched my face, giving me my first memorable experience. I remember
spending an hour examining the few miserable hairs on my chin, laying out my shaving equipment to start the
dream journey of every teen boy.
Coming to college was my second memorable experience. Throughout my four years, I had the greatest time of
my life. As I look back, 1 remember my friends, who shared the good times as well as the bad times with me. I
remember dreading the walk to the cafeteria, to start an hour of grumbling about the food, but to walk away
thankful. 1 remember kneeling on the floor with four other people late at night counting the pennies to bring the
total to match the cost of a small pizza. 1 remember walking with my friends to Tate Street to buy a Mountain Dew
or get a deal at Subway. 1 remember the first time my friends took me out to Bennigan's for a surprise birthday
party. 1 embarrassed myself by standing on a chair while a couple of people sang "Happy Birthday" to me. Thanks
But most of all, 1 remember my friends at the dorm - my Cobra-ninja roommate, the always-smiling receptionist,
and the maid responsible for our hall. To them I say Thanks and take care.
1 also remember school, and school work. 1 remember cramming till four in the morning for my eight o'clock class
I remember my teachers and their bitchy attitudes about assignments. 1 never knew till then that teachers had
double personalities. And 1 have never heard so many hateful things said about anybody as much as that said
about teachers after tests.
1 could go on, but 1 should stop. The point I'm trying to make is that 1 enjoyed it. 1 would not trade those four
years of my life for anything, not even a pack of chocolate chip cookies. For two packs I might be willing to make
deal. Just kidding.
Mohammad Abdul- Rahim
Tamara Gayle Shue
I remember mv tenth grade vear of high school. I went to University Mall with mv
friend Rachel and mused about how wonderful it would be to go to Carolina. Back
then that was mv dream.
1 changed my mind and came here instead. I chose UNCG because it was smaller and
had a more personal atmosphere. Besides, mv best friend was a student here.
As it turned out, three more of my good friends also came to UNCG. Through manv
card games, dinners in the caf, and quiet nights of heart to heart talking, we became
closer. We also met many new people who changed our lives and made college not
just a time for academic growth, but also a time for emotional growth.
It is hard to believe I will soon be graduating and leaving my friends, some of whom
I've known for over eight years. Although I will feel a certain amciunt of loss, I know
the friends I've made will never be more than a phone call away and that the contribu-
tion they have made to mv life will be as important to my future happiness and wel-
fare as my degree. Here at UNCG I have gained more than I ever expected to gain b\
going to college.
S. Robinson Spivey
Angela Leigh Sikes
I I H I I IJ_»„M Bill"
Lisa Dawn Allen Daughn Maine Allie Sonja M. Allison Mark Franklin Allied Steven W. Andercyk
Miriam Thomas Jolly Bobby A. Jones
Greta Albertson Tiffany Dawn Alexan- Kevin Scott Allen
Kendici \. Bradshaw
Lora Martin Bradsher
E=mc2. Hydrogen, helium, lithium, hervllium...
Mitochondria. DNA. RNA.
For most people, these words are drilled into the
head with a large bore bit. Yet there are people who
chose to make these concepts the focus of their lives.
When 1 mention to people that I'm a Physics major, I
get the usual responses - "Wow! You must be
smart!" or " That must be really hard." Actually,
once you learn the language, it's quite easy, as long
as vou take time to study.
In exchange for the study time you put into science,
you get practical knowledge. I've applied what I've
learned to fixing my car. A chemist might learn to
make better salad dressing. A biologist could, well, I
don't know, biologize. The thing is, we love our
work as much as a musician loves his instrument, as
much as a dancer loves the dance, as much as prelaw
students love screwing people.
Science can be, and should be, as easy, fun, and
informati\'e as anything else you can study. And it's
not just for the guys who make love tci
computers or sleep with expensive calcula-
tors under their pillows. I'm celebrating
science because science is for everyone.
John Vernon Brown
Stephanie J. Brake
EUzabeth Kent Charles E. Kiel Aimee Sue Kimrey
Devonna Lynnette Laura Marie King
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Scarlett Ann Kipka Amelia Rose Kotlas C. Channing Larue Bradley Raid Laux Melanie Kaye Lav
Marilyn E. Webster
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James Thomas Weiner
i;'^S^:W»athan F. White
Julie Maria White
Karin Alexis Lee
Sheri Marley Lee
Lisa Ann Lizak
Kathryn E. Lynch Sharon Atkins Machie
BetKe Jane Maumey
Kelly Ann Maxwell
Jennifer A. Davis
Christina Dukas Katherine E. Eisen-
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Mary Beth Suman
Kristi Elaine Ash Amy Denise Austin Patrick Baggetta James A. Bailey Jr.
Tick... tick... tick...
Let's see. Three tests, one quiz, a
paper, and a summary on ITamlet. No
If I start now and read until bed time
and then wake up and read until
class, 1 should be fine for my first test.
Then 1 can schedule my paper in after
that, and then the summary, because
it's less important...
Oh no! I'm wasting time planning.
Can't plan. Have to study. Oops!
When am I going to eat? Next week. I
can eat next week. I'll have time to eat
the following week too, and then in
two weeks I can shop for some more
Oops. I'm planning again. I have to
Thank goodness weeks like this are few and far between, otherwise I'd go
nuts! It seems that everything piles up at once and I can't concentrate on
anything I'm supposed to be learning because I'm too busy trying to find
time to get everything done.
Oh the glories of being a college student! But I guess that's what makes us
well-rounded, adult-like people, huh?
Tick... tick... tick...
Susan K. Angell Loren Anthony Phillip A. Apple Arlene Marie Appolo Ronelle Armstrong
William B. Burns
Susan Greer Burton
Melanie Lynn Capes Julie Ann Caldwell
Donald Ray Williams
Meeshaw Shawnee Williams
Jacqueline M. Wilson
Being in college means stress. And every major brings with it its own individual trage-
dies and transgressions. Being in Theatre creates a new set of problems to add to the usual
.irrav of homework, papers, projects, and lectures. I don't feel I'm any worse off than
inwrne else, even my Sheik friend Sam, a business major with two classes that meet only
three days a week.
i Despite late night rehearsals, design projects, show runs, and nights of studying scripts
in top of all the other school work, 1 feel more in control of my ideas and actions than
j\ er. 1 see lots of students running around waiting for God to bless them with a major, or
even a clue. I'm glad to have some kind of direction, even if it keeps me up until four in
Janice Glynn Wright
Alan Robert T. Zapata
Trisha Leigh McBride Leslie Ann McDonald H. I. McDunna Angela Denise McGee Teresa Kay McGee
J. Cliistopher McKee Melissa M. McKee Janet Lynn Mcrary
Deborah K. Miller
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Dossie K. Miller 111
William B. L. Milton,
Cheryl Denita Moore Elizabeth D. Moore Kathy Lynn Moore
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Laura Ann Neal
Richard R. Neal Jr. Celeste Selena Nelson Moselle Newherne
Carl David Essa Elaine Gallagher Laura Ann Gironda Roger Dean Grant Stephen L. Gray
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Kimbcrly L. Adu:
Abu S. S. Ahmed
Michelle L. Bell Angela D. Bennett Lisa Marie Bercaw Christine Berger Michelle D. Berteand
Pamela R. Bailey
Carla Baker Michelle Renee Baker Jennifer A. Barksdale Marianne Barrier
Jo Heather Chris
Julie Lyn Collins Renee CoUey Caroline B. Colley Cheryl Ann Clodfelter Julie Elizabeth Clark
Tisha O. Owens
Laverne D. Partlow Kimberly Patterson Jeffrey A. Peake Susan E. Perksin Victoria Peterkin
John M. Peters
Julie Karen Potts
Ideal Specimens of True Womanhood:
UNCG in 1919/1920
Historians are part garbage-picker, part gossip colummist, and part detective, a la Sher-
lock Holmes. We sift through the leavings fo societies, picking out what interests us. That s our
privilege. I m exercising that privilege by giving you a look back at our university in the aca-
demic year 1919/1920. I have chosen that year because it is a bridge in the social evolution of
women in the United States from the era before women could vote, to the era of suffrage, from
pre-World War I to post-war America, and from the Victorian era to the modern age. So come
with me to a time before there were male students, when in loco parents was a fact of life, and
when students were trying to juggle academic work with activities and stay sane in the process.
(Some things haven t changed.)
In 1919 the North Carolina College for Women was twenty-seven years old. Its motto was,
and still is, Service. The school colors were gold and white, and the flower was the daisy. If
you had entered as a freshman in the fall of that year a member of the Red and White class of
1923 you would most likely have fit the following profile: the daughter of either a North Caro-
lina farmer or business man ; the member of a family with a least three children ; a member of
the Baptist, Methodist, or Presbyterian Church; age eighteen; and partly scared out of your wits
and partly elated at the thought of coming to college.
To ease the transition, you would have received a packet in the mail that summer. It would
have contained a student handbook, with the order to PCnow the handbook printed on its first
page. You would have taken that order seriously, because you would have had to pass a written
test on its contents once you got to school. There would also have been a personal letter of wel-
come from a member of the junior class the Blue and Whites, assigned to you as your big
sister. It was her duty to help you adjust to college life and to make you feel as much at home
as any new girl could feel under the circumstances.
The college saw itself as an extension of the family, a philosophy common to most private
schools of the time. Its goal was, paraphrasing President Julius Foust, to graduate students who
were ideal specimens to true womanhood (1930/31 Student Handbook, p. 3) , but who would
also be excellently prepared for any walk of life to which they would be called. To encourage
the development of true womanhood, Carolinian editors urged strdents to emulate the model
of rival Randolph-Macon Woman s College and act first as ladies, and secondly as scholars.
Parents and students e:-pected strict discipline and a family-like atmosphere, both in terms of
warmth and caring and in terms of a highly-structured life-style life by the bell, as the
Carolinian editors called it . And you would have sensed that atmosphere on page six of the
handbook, in the welcome to the The New Girls Red and White from the juniors. It begins with
a rhetorical question in a tone that seems a little saccharine to us today: Did you ;know that
when you leave home to come to North Carolina College you are going to meet another party of
your family here your Junior sisters? They go on to request that the new girls let them love
you almost as much as your mas and pas do, promising to make the college years the four hap-
piest years of your life. You would, no doubt, have found their welcome very reassuring.
Although the handbook was written by students for students, its tone was very parental,
you would have few doubts about what to expect and what was expected of you, as there were
over twenty pages of rules and regulations covering every aspect of campus life, from fire drills
to table napkins. A sampling of these includes the following gems:
-mandatory daily quiet hours and study hours in the dorms.
-mandatory signing in and out of the dorm to and from any destination, including meals
and classes .
-written permission from parents in order to receive male callers in the dorm parlor.
-no getting up before 6:15 a.m. (excluding trips to the bathroom, of course.)
-required attendance at the weekly chapel services.
-Sunday was a day of quiet, with mandatory meditation period from 2:30 to 5:00 p.m.
-No freshman could go home, except for medical or famiily emergency, for the first six
-mandatory daily walking period (not on Saturday) , unless excused by the college presi-
dent or the resident physician. Dr. Anna Gove (for whom our health center is named) .
-Dr. Gove required all students to have a raincoat, an umbrella or rain hat, and overshoes.
-Students could not wear slacks on campus at any time. Gym suits had to be covered with
a raincoat if worn anywhere except in gym class or for competitive sports.
When you actually arrived at NCCW in the fall you would have been met at the train by the
y girl, a representative of the campus YWCA, the most popular and powerful student group on
campus. She would have carried some of your bags, for which you would have tipped her
twenty-five cents, and she would have escorted you straight to college no stopping downtown to
browse. You would have gone directly to your dormitory and checked in with your housemother.
So would have been your life as a freshie.
While the campus was a secure, ivory tower world in some respects, students took the
motto, Service, seriously, and this helped focus their attention beyond NCCW. In 1919 they
could not yet vote, but they knew that suffrage was the key to any hopes for political power for
women. Students and faculty petitioned the state General Assembly to ratify the Nineteenth
Amendment. They lost that battle, but they won the war when Congress passed it into law on
August 26, 1920. (North Carolina ratified it as an afterthought in 1971!
A second issue was even more prominent in the women s minds. The nation had just emerged
victorious from the war to end all wars, and students had made major contributions to the
effort . They had rolled hundreds of bandages for a red cross drive ; they had signed up for pa-
triotic summer work ; and they had taken up for the slack when male workers at the college
signed up for the armed fores. The women formed three organizations to take their place the
Carpenterettes, the Farmerettes, and the Campus Squad. The Carpenterettes, particularly, were
heroines that year, because they had built the YWCA Hut, completed in 1918. It was a two-
room, post and beam log cabin which stood on the edge of Peabody Park at the end of College
Avenue until sometime in the 1950 s. The Hut was the equivalent of the Elliot Center to an
entire generation of students and was furnished in 1919 with sofas, soft chairs, cushions on
the floors, braided rugs, lamps, and a Victrola. A radio was added in the 1920 s, and by 1930
the women could take their dates to the Hut on weekends for dancing and relaxing. It also had
a fireplace and a complete kitchen, and it was open to all students, alumnae, and guests. For
their efforts, the Carpenterettes were immortalized in a ballad published in the 1919 hand-
The Ballad of the Carpenterettes
1. Twas in September, blithe and gay.
There came some schoolgirls strong
To the region of their college
To help their Y along.
2. They cut down trees and sawed them up
And stacked the wood away ;
And on the land that they had cleared
They worked from day to day.
3. They used the hammer and the nail ;
They used the saw and plane ;
And soon they had a dandy HUT
That kept out snow and rain.
4. They furnished it with games and books.
With cushions round about ;
And built fires in chimneys huge
To keep the cold winds out .
5. Many a good time had they there
That sure will remembered be.
But if you doubt my word at all
Just come along and see .
6. For these comforts and these pleasures.
And good times by the score.
Will last for many, many years
We hope for ever more .
The Farmerettes, in khaki middy suits and giant straw hats, planted and harvested the vege-
table garden and the forty-plus acres of wheat and corn grown to ensure that NCCW was nearly
self-sufficient in its food supply during the war. The Campus Squad, in their white middy suits,
mowed the lawns and tended the grounds. After the men returned in the summer of 1920, these
groups gave up their uniforms and faded into the collective memory of the college.
One of the most important events in the life of this institution took place in 1919. With the
war over and paper available again, the students could finally realize their dream of publishing
a weekly newspaper, and the Carolinian was born on May 19, 1919. The editors were bursting
with hope and pride in that first issue. They saw their paper as the shining jewel in the now
triple crown of campus publications the Coraddi, the yearbook, and the Carolinian. But they
should speak for themselves. With a weekly newspapaer to create public sentiment and to re-
flect campus life, a magazine to represent our literary ability throughout the state, and an an-
nual to record our progress as a college, we 11 show who s who!
Commencement weekend was then, as it is now, the biggest event of the academic year. Only
the graduating seniors and the sophomores chosen to make the daisy chains could remain on
campus after exams ended. Several days before the event the daisy chain gang was trucked out
to the nearby fields, where they spent the morning gathering flowers. (They and the Carpenter-
ettes were the only exceptions to the no slacks rule, as both groups wore coveralls out of
practical necessity.) Over the course of the next two days they entwined the daisies and green-
ery around two stout hemp ropes, each approximately 100 feet long. They had to keep the flow-
ers (and consequently, themselves) constantly wet to preserve their freshness. At the com-
mencement the proud seniors, in their caps and gowns, marched solemnly through the aisle
created by two rows of sophomores, resplendent in their white organdy dresses and holding the
daisy chains. The sophomores, too, were proud proud of their handiwork and of their graduatinc
big sisters. Following the ceremony, they laid the chains on the grass in front of Foust Build-
ing to form the numerals 20, for the graduating class. We can still see remnants of this tradi-
tion in the present day LINCG Commencement ceremony the female marshals still wear white ;
every marshal wears a daisy in the lapel ; and they still form an aisle through which adminis-
trators, faculty, and seniors march. The field of daisies is gone, and the sister class concept
is gone, but the honor shown the graduates lives on.
Most of the members of the classes who gave us the Carpenterettes, the YWCA Hut, and the
Carolinian are no longer with us. But their voices can still be heard in the wonderful publica-
tions they left. Through these they will speak to anyone who will listen. Someday, when you
have a spare moment, stop by the University Archives in the library, and then let them speak to
you. You 11 find the gap of seventy-three years to be very small, indeed.
CheLyl F. JLrt:
Alspaugh, Julie Ann -
Brooks , Ashley Jen-
nifer - 36
Broyhill, Kent - 36
Lane - 36
Covington, Lori Eliza-
beth - 36
Dowdy, Ne Keisha L. -
Efird, Shannon - 38
Feldman, Mark Steven -
Finch, Jessica - 38
Fishel, Antonia M. - 38
Fouts, Angela E. - 38
Garrett, Amy Elizabeth
Garvy, Mir - 39
Getz, Travis, G. - 39
Greenberg, Melissa Jill
Gregory, Anita Gail -
Griffin Michelle Leigh
Holzschuh, Troy Layne
Hoover, Sarah - 40
Howell, Margaret D. -
James, Jenny L. - 41
Jordan, Virginia Ann -
Kickery, Lynn - 41
Lacaua, Catherine E. -
Larson, Amber E. - 41
Leslie, Christopher G. -
Lewis, Dorothy Lynn -
LLoyd, Angela L. - 41
McDaries, Angela D. -
Moore, Melissa Ann -
Moore, Sonya O Shea -
Nash, Teresa Lynn - 34
Pearson, Michael - 34
Pulley, Kristen L.
Rich, Kristi L.
Pridgen, Jennifer L.
Sappenfield, Gray A.
Seaver, Brian Scott
Southern, Dewayne M.
Turner, Charles M. Ill -
Webb, Crystal D. - 44
White, Christie Louise
Allen, P^atherine Marie
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Anderson, Ivy Jean
Artz, Melissa Louise
Berry, Jennifer M. 116
Blackwell, Amy Lynn
Blanks, Tina L. 116
Brady, Natalie Ginger
Burress, Catherine G.
Carrion, Marisa 86
Childress, Craig Hayes
Connor, Cortina A. 86
Conrad, Tonya s. 86
Cooke, Natalie Caroline
Davis, Tina M. 86
Delaney, Regan M. 98
Ewalt, Elissssa Marga-
Fox, Michele Lee 98
Frallic, Tresa Ltnn 98
Goodman, Leslie Joy
Greene, Mariaealine 99
Haire, George Brian 99
Hall, Susan 99
Hills, Sarah Verlie
Hodge, Elmia L. 106
Holmes, Michelle Renee
Jenkins, Bryan M. 106
Jones, Kimberly Dawn
Kearns, Maarivee L.
Linton, Lauar C. 107
Little, Amanda S. 107
McEwen, Suzanne M.
Mudge, Jennifer M,
Newkirk, April Denise
Nixon, Lisa Lucindy
Palontibi, Heather Jean
Pearce, Melinda Lois
Perry, Regina Y. 50
Poteat, Katrina I 50
Potts, Lori L. 51
Quincoses, April C. 51
Robbins, Jennifer 51
Rogers, Randy Clay 51
Rumley, Heatehr Dawn
Russell, Jennifer Lynn
Seaver, Susan Elizabeth
Smith, April Nicoles
Smith, Kristy Michelle
Spruill, Stephanie L.
Stoney, Christine E. 66
Strong, Tabitha S. 66
Sturdivant, Tracy R.
Tanner, Caroline R. 67
Tinker, Jennifer Lynn
Vann, Traci Susan 67
Virtue, Michelle 67
Watford, Latonja Yvette
Wicker, Wendy Lee 72
Wilkins, Jennifer 72
Wilson, Latasha Renee
Withrow, Robyn 72
Wood, Matthew Zeno 73
Wood, Traci 73
Young, Tamica Dene 73
Alston, Tiffany T. 134
Ashworth, Dana L. 134
Bandell, Meredith G.
Berg, Helen 134
Black, Brenda Ann 134
Bordeaux, Joy Chandra
Briscoe, Melissa Anne
Brooks, Monique E.
Brown, Ingrid L. 150
Byrd, Richellen Anita
Camp, Allyson 150
Casey, Danetta Yvette
Cherry, Natasha Tati-
Coker, Jennifer Dawn
Creasy, Laura E. 148
Dail, Kelly W. 148
Decoste , Bonnie l
Di Gregorio, Jennifer
Donohue, Lisa 153
Douglass, Sarah 153
Ervin, Justin R. 128
Fields, Rodney Mitch-
Firms, La Trice 121
Frazier, Wanda Renee
Freeman, Gina R. 121
Gau, William 121
Gehron, Richard Lewis
George, Cheryl 120
Gibson, Angela Leigh
Graves, Andrea 120
Grunke, Sandy Laine
Haigler, Tracey Lynn
Hall, Ralph B. Jr. 137
Harris, Anthony Quinn
Harshaw, Joanie D.
Hinshaw, Cinamon 137
Holder, Helena Suzanne
Holloway, Rebecca 136
Holzer, Kimberly 136
Howard, Samuel K. 136
Hughes, Jacob Speight
Johnson, Amy Eliza-
Johnson, Tracy Carol
Judkins, Nicole Lynn
Kellett, Valerie 132
Kilgore, Douglas Eddie
Kirkman, Laura Leigh
Lindsay, Cheryl Ann
Lockhart, Gevon An-
Long, Margaret 152
Mahony, Kathleen 128
McNeill, Dawn Renee
Miller, Angela Rae 122
Mills, Jonetta 122
Minner, Renee Phillips
Moore, Alicia S. 122
Moore, Denise L. 123
Murphy, Yolanda 123
Neese, Teresa Lea 123
Nelson, Joy Lynne 123
Ntuen, Ekong C. 123
Ornt, Susan Lin 123
Posluszny, Robert W.
Reavis, Jody Lynn 138
Rentz, Tricia Ann 138
Russo, Kimberly Beth
Shackelford, Sharen M.
Shifflett, Kimberly D.
Smith, David R. 139
Steele, Teresa Lynn
Tate, Melissa Anne
Thompson, R. Darnelle
Williams, Amanda Gail
Williams, Jef 152
Wofford, Rachel 152
D Jarisrochell 164
Bardi, Ilaria 178
Brandon, Erika Lovell
Brewer, Lori Jo 178
Brown, Susan 178
Cobb, Sandy 194
Collins, Linda 194
Davis, Jennifer A. 194
Dukas, Christina 194
Essa, Carl David 210
Gallagher, Elaine 210
Gironda, Laura Ann
Grant, Roger Dean 210
Gray, Stephen L. 210
Higley, Gilbert P. Ill
Howay, Regina Catrisa
Jarman, Amy Elizabeth
Jenkins, Donald Ray
Lockhart , George H .
McKenzie, Susan 159
Mullins, Amy Lee 166
Needham, Beth 166
Peelman, Georgia Susan
Pemberton, Natalie E.
Powell, Barbara Jean
Price, Deizabeth A.
Riddick, Jeannette F.
Rivellese, Jennifer Lyn
Seats, Tim Charles 180
Shoaf, Sterling Lee 180
Shue, Tamara Gayle
Sikes, Corrella Ann
Skiscim, John C. 196
Smith, Andrea Dawn
Starr, Jesse Wayne
Stegall, Cynathia Mae
Surcars, Mary Beth 196
Titus, Karen Susanne
Versola, Judy M. 212
Aduss, Kiinberly L.
Ahmed, Abu S.S. 212
Albertson, Greta 183
Allen, Kevin Scott 183
Allen, Lisa Dawn 182
Aliie, Daughn Alaine
Allison, Sonja M. 182
Allred, Mark Franklin
Andercyk, Stephen W.
Angell, Susan K. 199
Angelo, Loren Anthony
Apple, Philip A. 199
Appollo, Arlene Marie
Arnold, David 198
Ash, Kristi Blaine 198
Austin, Amy Denise
Baggetta, Patrick 198
Bailey, James A. Jr
Bailey, Pamela R. 215
Baker, Carla 215
Baker, Michelle Renee
Barksdale, Jennifer A.
Barrier, Marianne 215
Belle, Michelle L. 214
Bennett, Angela D. 214
Bercaw, Lisa Marie
Berger, Christine 214
Berteand, Michelle D.
Black, Susan Marie
Blackwell, Peter C.
Blake, Sharon J. 170
Blevins, Sherry L. 170
Blodget, Monica 171
Blue, Marie Aletha
Boger, Susan Denise
Boone, Julie Lynette
Booth, Jennifer Anne
Bowen, Cynthia Page
Bowlin, Lisa Dawn 171
Bowman, Robert Drew
Bcyce, Katherine E.
Boyte, Cory 184
Bradshaw, Kendra N.
Bradsher, Lora Martin
Brannon, Michael 185
Brake, Steffanie J. 185
Brodie, Lamonica 185
Brown, John Vernon Jr
Brown, Kara 185
Brown, Marlisa Mich-
Brund, Christine I .
Buchanan, Robin L.
Bullard, Allison L.
Bumette, Michael P.
Burns, William R. 200
Burton, Susan Greer
Byrd, Ledon Wall 201
Caldwell, Julie Ann
Capes, Melanie Lynn
Capps, Kellie Catherine
Carte, Diane 201
Cathey, Lenora B. 201
Chadwick, Deborah D.
Chauvin, Mary Cather-
Clark, Blaine Eric 216
Clark, Julie Elizabeth
Clodfelter, Julie Ann
Cloninger, Caroline B.
Colley, Renee 217
Collins, Julie Lyn 217
Conti, Tracy L. 217
Corbett, Robert Lee Jr
Courtney, Marua E.
Courts, Carla Teresa
Cox, Laura Michelle
Coyle, David William
Crawford, Penelope A.
Creekmore, Amy Carol
Crouse, Susan Lynn
Dailey, Jennifer Lane
Davis, Rachel Ann 131
De Vinney, Ericka Rene
Deal, Jodie Lynette
Dickens, Angela Lynn
Doss, Nancy Lynn 131
Eatmon, Deborah Elaine
Edwards, Robyn E. 142
Efird, Jeanie Carol
England, Sherry A.
English, Brent R. 14
Farlow, Trisha Karri
Farrar, William M. Ill
Feagin, Susan Marie
Ferrell, Malcolm Rea
Fields, Anissa Nicole
Fields, Jessica 146
Floyd, Kimberly Elaine
Foley, Irene Marie 146
Fritsch, Julaine Leigh
Garcia, Christy E. 147
Garner, Heather Lynn
Gates, Benjamin Philip
Gaudio, William S. 147
Gentry, Amy Sue 147
Gladding, Elizabeth F .
Goodwyn, Joanne Drew
Grady, Wendy Howard
Graham, Linda G. 155
Griffis, Rodney A. 155
Griffith, Ben D. Jr.
Grimm, Lisa Alderman
Grove, Phaedra J. 155
Grubb, James Wesley
Guard, Patty L. 1155
Guerrero, Theresa J.
Haigler, Carl N. Ill
Hale, Lisa Michelle
Hall, Kristi Lynette
Hampton, Lori D. 156
Hanes, Robert A. 157
Hantho, Heidi H. 157
Hardy, Karla Ann 157
Hartness, Linda Diane
Hege, Melissa D. 158
Hemrick, Allison L.
Hennessey, Erin M.
Hill, Vickie Hylton
Hinkle, Tamera Leigh
Hogan, Teka Renee 160
Holder, Tracy Lee 160
Holloran, Jill Marie
Holt, Jane Lynch 162
Home, Gina Aljoy 162
Horton, Ingrid Nichole
House, Cynthia Lynn
Howard, Nichole Marie
Howell, Anica Kaye
Hughes, Alton R. II
Humphrey, Connie J.
Humphrey, T. V. 163
Irving, Annalisa Jovita
Jarvis, Cynthia Faye
Jenkins, Ashley J. 172
Jessup, Wendy Louise
Jewell, Mark Stephen
Johnson, Christy M.
Johnson Sonja 174
Johnson, Tami J. 174
Junk, Cheryl F. 174
Kallam, Vanessa Louise
Kellam, Wendy Mich-
Kent, Elizabeth 186
Kiel, Charles E. 186
Kimrey, Aimee Sue
King, Laura Marie 186
Kipka, Scarlett Ann
Kotlas, Amelia Rose
Larue, C . Charming
Lau:-:, Bradley Reid
Laurence, Melani Kaye
Ledford, Melissa ANne
Lee, Douglas Dylan
Lee, Karin Alexis 190
Lee, Sheri Marley 190
Lesane, Anita M. 191
Lewis, Johnny Lee Jr.
Lin, Carolyn 191
Lizak, Lisa Ann 191
Loman, Samantha Lynn
Lutton, Andrea Mich-
Lynch, Kathryn E. 191
Machie, Shaon Atkins
Mangrum, Stacy Va-
Mangum, Timothy V.
Maples, Gene Fiandall
Marlowe, Kent Wayne
Marr, Trish 193
Martin, Laura Allison
Mauney, Bettie Jane
Ma>™ell, Kelli Ann
McBride, Trisha Leigh
McDonald, Leslie Ann
McDunna, H. I. 204
McGee, Angela Denise
McGee, Teresa Kay 204
McKee, J. Christopher
McKee, Melissa M 206
McRary, Janet Lynn
Mehta, Rohini A. 206
Miler, Deborah K. 206
Miller, Dossie K. Ill
Milton, William B. L.
Moore, Cheryl Denita
Moore, Elizabeth D.
Moore, Kathy Lynn
Morgan, Mak Sparrow
Neal, Laura Ann 209
Neal, Richard R. Jr
Nelson, Celeste Selena
Newberne, Moselle 20S
Newsome, Sarh Eliza-
Ngo, Linh Tieu
Nvesa, Sarah, Jane
Owens, Tisha 0.
Parrish, Melissa Ruth
Part low, Laverne D.
Stubbs, Mollie Frances
Peake, Jeffery A.
Perkisn, Susan E.
Tally, Lisa Renee 103
Tate, Andrea Lee 103
Peters, John M.
Taylor, Andrea D. 108
Peterson, Holly Lynn
Thomas, Audrey 108
Thomas, Marcia G, 108
Thomas, Sharlena C.
Petty, Jennifer Lee
Pierce, Monica Yvonne
Potts, Julie Karen
Thorne, Tosha 108
Powers, Carney M.
Thrower, Valerie E.
Proctor, Leanna Jane
Tucker, Debbie Carol
Propst, Trina Alaine
Tucker, Lisa A. 109
Tucker, Sherry E. 109
Reavis, Stephanie Lynn
Turner, Monica Rae
Reece, Matthew Wade
Reed, Amy Renae
Turner, Sam Jr 126
Reynolds , Sherrie
Tyndall, margaret E.
Rhodes, Robbie Alyson
Rhyne, Sandra Lee 80
Vogt, Kenneth Andrew
Rich, Kelly L. 81
Riedel, Sherry Lynn
Volpe, James J. 127
Walker, Karyetta L.
Robertson, Mary E. 81
Rosenberg, Cathy Sue
Wallace, Ashley Dawn
Routh, Alisha Dale 90
Webster, Marilyn E.
Weiner, James Thomas
Salerason, Jeremy Marc
Wetzel, Deborah L.
Sanpson, Daniel 91
Shiltz, Laura 91
Wheeler, W. Denise
Sharpe, Melissa A. 91
Shaw, Robin E. 91
Wheless, Heather A.
Shepard, Brenda Ann
Whitaker, Lori A. 189
Shepherd, Stacy Rae 94
White, Jonathan F. 189
Sherrill, Michael C. 94
White, Julie Maria 189
Shouse, Patrick L. 94
Wilder, Sonya Yvonne
Shuping, Toni Eliza-
Williams, Diane Lynn
Sikes, R. Denise 95
Sims, Julie L. 95
Williams, Donald Ray
Slater, Alyssa K. 95
Slater, Kristen Marie
Smith, Kelli Cook 96
Smith, Zandra A. 96
Soliday, Stephen W. 97
Wilson, Jacqueline M.
Spotti, Regula W. 97
Staggs, Jill Leann 97
Wright , Janice Glynn
Stanlie, Janie R. 97
Stanley, Ronald Marcus
Zapata, Alan Robert T.
Stewart, Alesa C. 102
Stone, Christopher A.
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